The Teacher Freida Mcfadden Quotes

You know things are seriously bad when even ice cream doesn’t help.

You like spending time with your books more than you like spending time with me. I don’t think it was true, but if it was, could anyone blame her?

Digging a grave is hard work.

But we’re never going to be able to be friends again. Things will never be the way they used to be between the two of us. Not since Hudson helped me kill my father.

I recite to myself the poem he once wrote for me many years ago, back when I was fifteen years old and he was my English teacher

If you’ve never been buried alive, I don’t recommend it.

Every time I think I’ve experienced the worst day yet, there is a new winner.

I am so lucky. I have a beautiful house, a fulfilling career, and a husband who is kind and mild mannered and incredibly handsome. And as Nate pulls the car onto the road and starts driving in the direction of the school, all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.

She’s just lucky that Nate sees something in her, because God knows I don’t.

Not since Hudson helped me kill my father.

Sometimes I try to kid myself that I’m an adult now, but how can I be an adult when I still feel fifteen half the time?

I remember when I was a little kid, I felt like anything that was wrong, my mom could hug me and make it right again. But there is no way for her to make any of this right again. Part of growing up is figuring out that your parents don’t have that ability anymore.

I imagine dying is like standing on the precipice of that abyss, knowing that you will fall in at any second.

We never left it in the trunk after all.

If I were a cat, I would have peed on him, but since I’m a human, I plant a kiss on his lips that is markedly steamier than our usual three kisses per day.

I have eaten lunch alone every day

He just called me his soulmate. It’s wild, because I feel the exact same way, but I would have thought I was imagining it if he hadn’t said it. “You can’t help who you form a connection with. Right?

And as I put the finishing touches on my husband’s grave in the woods, I recite to myself the poem he once wrote for me many years ago, back when I was fifteen years old and he was my English teacher fresh out of college who swore to me I was his soulmate: Life nearly passed me by Then she Young and alive With smooth hands And pink cheeks Showed me myself Took away my breath With cherry-red lips Gave me life once again

And as Nate pulls the car onto the road and starts driving in the direction of the school, all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.

I love my children. I’ve always loved children. It’s part of the reason I became a teacher. Nothing makes me happier than seeing the smiles light up those little faces.

I rub my eyes, exhausted because I woke up at stupid o’clock this morning to get here on time.

Man, I wish I were better at math.

Before I have a chance to wonder why Kenzie needs to take a pill for nausea, I turn the bottle and see that the prescription is for her older brother. Of course. Kenzie doesn’t get nauseous. She’s probably never vomited in her whole life.

All right,” he says, “we better go. My shift at the shoe store starts at five, so we’ve only got one hour for milkshakes.

I don’t feel as upset about her and Hudson as I used to. I still miss Hudson as a friend, but when I fantasize about a guy who I would like to be with, it isn’t him anymore. It’s Nathaniel Bennett.

We are in a pumpkin patch.

Okay,” he says. “Lie down.” I stare at him like he has lost his mind. “What?” “We need to make sure the hole is the right size,” he says impatiently. “So you need to lie down so we can measure. You’re about the same size as she is.

I bring it over to the detective. “She left this for Eve in her mailbox at school.

It’s Kenzie Montgomery.

I did take a self-defense class once, although sometimes I worry all it did was give me a false sense of confidence.

You could say that. She…uh…she really liked shoes and used to come to the shoe store all the time, and, um, yeah.

That bastard is cheating on me. With her.

Things will never be the way they used to be between the two of us. Not since Hudson helped me kill my father.

I haven’t bothered to shave. I may not shave the entire winter. Why should I? It’s not like I have a boyfriend who is going to be looking at my legs.

work.

must have swallowed a few too many horseshoe Lucky Charms, because I am having amazing luck.

I’m so elated you could make it!

I’ll probably end up being a nurse like my mom.

fresh out of college who swore to me I was his soulmate:

I married Eve because it was expected of me to settle down. I never met anyone genuinely special before. And now I’m thirty-eight, and I’m meeting my soulmate for the first time, and she’s only sixteen.

Digging a grave is hard work. My whole body hurts. Muscles I didn’t even know I had are screaming with pain. Every time I lift the shovel and scoop out a little more dirt, it feels like a knife is digging into a muscle behind my shoulder blade. I thought it was all bone, but clearly, I was wrong. I am acutely aware of every single muscle fiber in my whole body, and all of them hurt. So much.

From the moment I saw the name Adeline Severson on my roster, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. In my nearly ten years of teaching, I never once asked to have a student removed from my class, but I almost did it this time. I have a terrible feeling about this girl.

It’s part of our routine. Three kisses per day, sex once a month, and Nate is always the one who drives. I am so lucky. I have a beautiful house, a fulfilling career, and a husband who is kind and mild mannered and incredibly handsome. And as Nate pulls the car onto the road and starts driving in the direction of the school, all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.

She says all the right stuff, but in the end, she doesn’t have to deal with this. She doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of what happened last year. Of what I did.

Plus, eventually I will graduate from high school, and I will get to date whoever I

want. But if Nathaniel is still with his wife, he will be trapped. If only Mrs. Bennett weren’t around. It would be so much better.

my feeling is that when you’re dead, you’re dead. And after death, there is nothing. Nothing but an abyss after which there is no return.

Addie was a troubled girl. The daughter of an abusive alcoholic who finally drank himself to death during the fall semester. Everyone felt that she was an obvious target for a predatory teacher.

I have a message on Snapflash. I downloaded that app about four months ago—I heard about the kids at school using it, because it has the feature of text messages and images disappearing exactly sixty seconds after you open them.

You like spending time with your books more than you like spending time with me.

all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.

recognize that it will be Nathaniel’s word versus mine. And he’s going to deny everything.

If I told her the moon was made of green cheese, she would believe me.

I have no other thought than to love and be loved by him.

but now all I want is for it to be over so that I can sneak off with Nathaniel to the darkroom.

The principal continues, “We would like to congratulate Mary Pickering!” What?

was just scared that the second I said your name to the principal, she would see through me and know how deeply I cared for you.” Despite everything, his words warm my heart. He cares for me—deeply.

Jay is absolutely the only person I can talk to about this. If I tell anyone else, the secret will be out. But I trust Jay to be discreet. I know too many of his own secrets.

So if she was having an affair with another man, is it possible she could have confided in him? And he somehow discovered what we did to her and now hopes to seek vigilante revenge?

I stare at the words on the screen. If she were dead, I could still keep my job, and we could still be together.

Nathaniel wrote just for me. I have every word memorized. Life nearly passed me by Then she Young and alive With smooth hands And pink cheeks Showed me myself Took away my breath With cherry-red lips Gave me life once again I narrow my eyes at Kenzie. “How do you know he wrote me that poem?” She starts chewing on her fingernail again. “Because he didn’t write it for you.

He told me I was his soulmate.” She lets out a barking laugh. “I completely believed it. I was so stupidly in love with him. I would’ve done absolutely anything for him. And then when all that stuff happened with you and Mr. Tuttle, he said we had to cool it. He couldn’t see me anymore because there was too much scrutiny.” She chews on her nail again. “That’s why I was so mad at you this year. Nate barely spoke to me, and I felt like it was all your fault. Even though I realize now how dumb that was. And…I’m sorry for how I treated you.

Seriously, what is her problem? She is so harsh. And she is married to a freaking poet—the nicest teacher in the whole school. Why is she like this? Why is she always

I’m trying to resist you,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how badly I’m trying.

I thought that I would be the one to have to make the first move, so I’m surprised when it is Mr. Bennett who lowers his lips onto mine.

I have no belief in the afterlife—my feeling is that when you’re dead, you’re dead. And after death, there is nothing. Nothing but an abyss after which there is no return.

may be plain, especially compared to my husband, but shoes like this make me feel glamorous. Like I might actually be attractive enough to be married to the gorgeous Nathaniel Bennett.

I must have swallowed a few too many horseshoe Lucky Charms, because I am having amazing luck.

I love my mom, and I know why. She makes me food so I don’t die.

I bet all that shaving cream will come in handy. Someone did you a huge favor.

My entire career is in your hands. I’m counting on you.

never met anyone genuinely special before. And now I’m thirty-eight, and I’m meeting my soulmate for the first time, and she’s only sixteen.

Lotus was the one who went to the principal to complain.

If only Mrs. Bennett weren’t around. It would be so much better.

He truly believes all those things were enough to make him a good husband. That you can check all the right boxes, and it’s okay, even if you don’t love your wife.

After sliding into a pair of pantyhose, I slip my feet into a pair of black Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps. It’s only after I’ve got them on my feet that I notice Nate is watching me, his brown tie hanging loose around his neck. “Eve,” he says. I already know what he’s going to say, and I’m hoping he won’t say it. “Hmm?” “Are those new shoes?” “These?” I don’t lift my eyes. “No. These are years old. In fact, I think I wore them on the first day of school last year.” “Oh. Okay…

Her hair is the color of a brown paper bag,

I never met anyone genuinely special before. And now I’m thirty-eight, and I’m meeting my soulmate for the first time, and she’s only sixteen.

Hell, I would set myself on fire if only I didn’t have to walk through the doors of Caseham High. I can’t say it enough. I don’t want to go to school.

If she were dead, I could still keep my job, and we could still be together.

I climb into my Kia and return to my husband who doesn't love me.

And I told the police everything there was to tell. Well, not everything. I mean, I’m not a complete idiot.

It’s new territory for me. Honestly, I feel like a bad person. I’m your teacher…

You have no idea how much your presence in my life has changed me,

The worst part of all though is the shiver of excitement that goes through me at the possibility that Lotus could be right.

I’m trying to resist you,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how badly I’m trying.” “You don’t have to.

An hour later, I am sitting in the kitchen with an empty tub of rocky road ice cream,

When I realize what she’s looking at, my heart drops into my stomach.

A piece of smashed pumpkin on the heel of the shoe.

There is one other person who knows just enough to bury me, and if that person is the one taunting me, I am in deep, deep trouble.

Of all the people I would have imagined might be at my door, this is the last person I expected to see there.

I imagine dying is like standing on the precipice of that abyss, knowing that you will fall in at any second. It is my greatest fear, after snakes.

It’s refreshing. Cleanliness is before godliness, you know.

Short but thick deep brown hair,

When people say I’m lucky, what they really mean is that Nate is way out of my league. But I’m a little younger, so at least there’s that.

Do you think you could not step on my backpack?

Every time somebody gave him a chance, he would show up drunk for work and get fired.

few years ago, Nate said something about how presents didn’t make sense when we’re sharing the same money.

If she’s ever too hard on you,” he says, “let me know. Seriously.” I will seriously never let him know.

My wife had an unhealthy obsession with shoes, and it is an apt punishment for her crimes to spend all of eternity in her bare feet.